soulchump
Really Experienced
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- Aug 27, 2002
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Antonio
Red silk. I can see it from here, because one part of the hem of your dress is sticking to your wet thigh. God, you look sexy from this angle . . . smiling down, your breasts standing proudly out as you lean back against the shower wall. And then, you say the only words that I wanted to hear this whole time -- the only answer to my question that I could possibly accept: "Antonio....I want you to do what you were going to do in my dream." My cock reacts at the sound of your voice and my name in that sentence.
Red silk. I need to see more of it. Sliding my hands up your thighs, taking the dress with me, the rest of your panties come into view . . . my cock twitches again at the sight of it, and of your wetness. I look up to see you pouring champagne on yourself, sluicing it between your breasts and letting it run until it has soaked in so much that I can drink it off your thighs as it overflows . . . it tastes better now.
I begin to kiss and suck more of it off your adorable tummy as I thank God for opposable thumbs . . . how else could I just hook them on the sides of your panties and slide them off? As I do so, your beautiful pussy comes into view. I am so fucking turned on by the sight of you, because you've shaved all but a small area right above your slit. My kisses have travelled across your hip, transitioning onto your thighs, down, inward, and now up . . . with little biting kisses to tease the flesh right next to my destination.
As I approach your champagne and sex-scented cunt, I look up into those eyes one last time, and smile in gratitude and mischief for what I'm about to enjoy. My long fingers are massaging your lower back as my thumbs on the front side draw parallel lines up over your rib cage. My tongue starts at the bottom, tracing slowly up the length of your slit and over your clit a few times. The next few times my tongue pushes between your lips on the way up. With each slow stroke up, I breathe out through my nose, cooling your clit with the air before my tongue's heat flows over it again. Between moans that are rumbling out of both our throats, your hips and back arch forward to meet my mouth, and my right hand drops down to tease along your slit while my mouth focuses completely on your clit. God you taste so good. Imperceptibly, my tongue begins to write the alphabet on your clit, sliding across it from all directions, and at "G" a shudder runs through your body, causing your knees to buckle, impaling you on my thumb as the rest of my hand holds you up by your ass. Inside you, I can feel your heat, and I have never been so turned on. As you regain your balance, I begin stroking my thumb in and out of you, my fingers running across your ass, my mouth starting to suck gently on your clit.
God damn the button fly on these boxers! My cock is burning to get out of there, but I want you to cum before that.
With an instinctual rhythm between our bodies, I am sucking and stroking up into you as you buck forward, and then your ass falls back into the palm of my hand, and we begin again. Your moans are beginning to sound more strained and impatient, and the tension in your body is building up. There's a growing sense of urgency in your movements, and I know you're ready. Using my other hand to hold you firmly against my hungry mouth, I quicken the rhythm of my lapping strokes, drinking everything you're willing to give. Two of my fingers have replaced my thumb, and I arch them upward into the walls of your soaking cunt at the top of every quickening thrust. I can feel those walls pushing back, as your pussy contracts against them, my mouth sucking in as much of you as I can get while my tongue licks fleetly across your clit. Faster. You shudder. And again. Moans turn to "oh's". Faster. Your knees buckle again. I'm holding you up as our bodies ride together on the wave that's coming from inside you, pulsing its way out. I can feel your orgasm surrounding my fingers inside you, and in the way your hands hold my head outside. I stay with you, sucking, licking, stroking, until you have completely lived it through and begin to slow your insistent hip thrusts. My strokes return to teases. My sucking to gentle licks of warmth and comfort. Your hands return to running through my hair. My left hand returns to slow, champagne-covered trips around your body, stopping occasionally to massage one of your breasts through the wet fabric. My eyes open again, and look beyond those breasts to meet yours, sparkling with life and contentment, a small grin on your mouth.
Your body is a wonderland.
Red silk. I can see it from here, because one part of the hem of your dress is sticking to your wet thigh. God, you look sexy from this angle . . . smiling down, your breasts standing proudly out as you lean back against the shower wall. And then, you say the only words that I wanted to hear this whole time -- the only answer to my question that I could possibly accept: "Antonio....I want you to do what you were going to do in my dream." My cock reacts at the sound of your voice and my name in that sentence.
Red silk. I need to see more of it. Sliding my hands up your thighs, taking the dress with me, the rest of your panties come into view . . . my cock twitches again at the sight of it, and of your wetness. I look up to see you pouring champagne on yourself, sluicing it between your breasts and letting it run until it has soaked in so much that I can drink it off your thighs as it overflows . . . it tastes better now.
I begin to kiss and suck more of it off your adorable tummy as I thank God for opposable thumbs . . . how else could I just hook them on the sides of your panties and slide them off? As I do so, your beautiful pussy comes into view. I am so fucking turned on by the sight of you, because you've shaved all but a small area right above your slit. My kisses have travelled across your hip, transitioning onto your thighs, down, inward, and now up . . . with little biting kisses to tease the flesh right next to my destination.
As I approach your champagne and sex-scented cunt, I look up into those eyes one last time, and smile in gratitude and mischief for what I'm about to enjoy. My long fingers are massaging your lower back as my thumbs on the front side draw parallel lines up over your rib cage. My tongue starts at the bottom, tracing slowly up the length of your slit and over your clit a few times. The next few times my tongue pushes between your lips on the way up. With each slow stroke up, I breathe out through my nose, cooling your clit with the air before my tongue's heat flows over it again. Between moans that are rumbling out of both our throats, your hips and back arch forward to meet my mouth, and my right hand drops down to tease along your slit while my mouth focuses completely on your clit. God you taste so good. Imperceptibly, my tongue begins to write the alphabet on your clit, sliding across it from all directions, and at "G" a shudder runs through your body, causing your knees to buckle, impaling you on my thumb as the rest of my hand holds you up by your ass. Inside you, I can feel your heat, and I have never been so turned on. As you regain your balance, I begin stroking my thumb in and out of you, my fingers running across your ass, my mouth starting to suck gently on your clit.
God damn the button fly on these boxers! My cock is burning to get out of there, but I want you to cum before that.
With an instinctual rhythm between our bodies, I am sucking and stroking up into you as you buck forward, and then your ass falls back into the palm of my hand, and we begin again. Your moans are beginning to sound more strained and impatient, and the tension in your body is building up. There's a growing sense of urgency in your movements, and I know you're ready. Using my other hand to hold you firmly against my hungry mouth, I quicken the rhythm of my lapping strokes, drinking everything you're willing to give. Two of my fingers have replaced my thumb, and I arch them upward into the walls of your soaking cunt at the top of every quickening thrust. I can feel those walls pushing back, as your pussy contracts against them, my mouth sucking in as much of you as I can get while my tongue licks fleetly across your clit. Faster. You shudder. And again. Moans turn to "oh's". Faster. Your knees buckle again. I'm holding you up as our bodies ride together on the wave that's coming from inside you, pulsing its way out. I can feel your orgasm surrounding my fingers inside you, and in the way your hands hold my head outside. I stay with you, sucking, licking, stroking, until you have completely lived it through and begin to slow your insistent hip thrusts. My strokes return to teases. My sucking to gentle licks of warmth and comfort. Your hands return to running through my hair. My left hand returns to slow, champagne-covered trips around your body, stopping occasionally to massage one of your breasts through the wet fabric. My eyes open again, and look beyond those breasts to meet yours, sparkling with life and contentment, a small grin on your mouth.
Your body is a wonderland.